Having never encountered a fight like this one, the security guard didn't quite know how to handle it. In the end, he decided to leave it up to the four people involved. "Look, everyone... would you all like to get the police involved or would you all like to handle this in private?"
"Call the police! Of course we choose to call the police! For a big celebrity like her to actually hit people like a mad woman, we have to call the police and make her pay!"
The security guard recognized Ji Yi and knew she was close to people like Han Zhifan and Chen Bai. He didn't dare to mess with them, so after he heard those three women's opinions, he turned his head and asked Ji Yi, "Miss Ji, would you like to call the police?"
Before Ji Yi could reply to the security guard, one of the three women gritted her teeth and said with extreme dissatisfaction: "We already said we want to call the police, so why are you asking for her opinion? We should have the police take care of an unreasonable person like her who jumps on people like a lunatic..."
Before that woman could finish speaking, Ji Yi raised her eyes and swept her a look.
The rays of cold light in her eyes frightened the woman and instantly put out her angry flames. Even the security guard behind them shrank back in fear that Ji Yi was going to charge at them again.
"If it weren't because you talked sh*t earlier in the red plum garden, I wouldn't have hit you girls! Let me tell you this - don't assume that just because you're all young, pretty, and can seduce a couple old men that you can do whatever you want and talk about other people however you want!"
"At the very least, the person you were all talking about just now isn't someone you can mess with!"
"Today, I'll say this to you right here. From now on, it's best if you all shut your mouth when it comes to anything about He Jichen. If I hear you talking about him again, I won't let it slide!"
"Also, if you really want to call the police, do it! I don't have time to waste with you girls! When my manager and assistant get here in a minute, they'll talk to you all!"
When she was finished, Ji Yi was done hanging around and was about to turn around to leave.
However, she only managed to turn around halfway when she caught the sound of a woman's mumble. "We were talking about He Jichen. What relation do you even have to He Jichen, sheesh... nosy a** meddler!"
Ji Yi abruptly turned her head and glared at her. "If you girls were talking about me, then maybe I wouldn't have even bothered to bring it up with you girls, but unfortunately, you talked about him! In my world, you can talk about me, but you can't talk about him! He's the one person I protect, so wherever I am, I'll never let anyone say anything bad about him!"
Perhaps Ji Yi was being too overbearing, but after she said that, the three women didn't make a single sound.
Ji Yi didn't waste her time. She turned towards the elevator, ready to head back up to room 1001. However, she didn't manage to walk away when she caught a familiar silhouette in the corners of her eyes.
She suddenly stopped herself mid-step.
She stared at the elevator, transfixed for a while, before slowly turning her head and glancing from the corner of her eye.
She didn't know when, but He Jichen, who was smoking in the Red Plum Garden, returned to the lobby of the Golden Lounge and was standing nearby staring at her.
When did he get there?
Did he just see me fighting with them?
Also, he heard everything I and those three women just said, didn't he?
As those questions came to mind, Ji Yi felt completely embarrassed. Her fingers couldn't help but clutch onto her clothes tightly.
Her tiny movements caught He Jichen's attention, causing his gaze to drift over to her hand.
He stared at her hand for a while then lowered his gaze. Then he pulled out a phone from his pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and raised his phone to his ear.
Ji Yi knew he was making a call.
They were some distance away and he was speaking rather quietly, so Ji Yi couldn't hear what he was saying, but she did see his mouth opening and closing.